The Faded Quadrant

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The watch was brass. Heavy and tarnished, it sat in my palm like a cold coin. It had belonged to my father. Before him, to his father. A lineage of metal and time, passed down through generations of men who worked the iron and the coal. I held it now, in the silence of the train car, listening to the rhythmic clatter of the wheels on the tracks. Outside, the landscape was a blur of grey and...

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